SATANIC SITE

Episode 9

KURALATS. Getting the devil into my right hand is hard. I was laughed at by the Satan Bocel who was satiated eating a dozen cemen demons in the corner of the old barn. He laughed whenever I was struck by invisible energy. The demons cemen refused to arrest me. It's an insult to his name. A champ!

Geeky,Culun. The Bocel Devil now calls me geeky. Ill-mannered. You stupid devil. Cemen opponents geeky yes where worth it, he said. I was struck by the geeky, I approached the Bocel Demon with my hand that wanted to strangle its hairy neck. Of course I was kicked out easily by him. He had already eaten a dozen demons, his energy was certainly high. I was thrown a few meters into the air and landed thumping until I felt my legs sprained. Damn it, the Bocelian Devil. Just watch out for you. I'll find a higher demon, let you be eaten!

Geeky,Culun. He's talking to me again. Where can a geeky human enslave a formidable demon, he scorned. I want to get up but my feet hurt. I fell again with the thought of accepting the Bocelian Devil's insults. I may not be geeky. The demon opponent could not. Where can I enslave a formidable demon. How can I avenge my mother's death. Besides crying, I hate feeling helpless. Especially to invisible creatures.

I looked at my hands again in a daze. The demon Bocel this time was silent. The sound of his breathing was like the annoying snoring of a pig. My head was dizzy from disappointment and anger. My hatred was tainted by despicable and helpless feelings.

Hey stupid and geeky. The first trial was not necessarily successful, he said as if motivating me. You want revenge, keep the fire of your anger, do not stamp just because it is geeky and does not manage to scoop up demons cemen. Ha-has. The voice of the Devil Bocel was not well heard. Instead even more make my head runyam and complicated. Like there are people all over the place to dispose of waste material rubber—karet wrap rice uduk, rubber tires, rubber condoms, rubber color, gum—lalu burn it crowded. I clenched my head while holding my breath which was hot to stifle my chest. I could feel my hands throbbing again. Hot as a frying fire. I pumped up anger. As a result of the sprained and humiliated pain, I smashed my bogem onto the cracked floor of the old warehouse. I saw the Devil Bocel departing from his leha-leha. His eyes are glaring. I stood not paying attention to my sprained legs and walked threateningly to every corner of the warehouse.

Lowly demons! My anger is hotter than hellfire! Revenge is my food! By the ugliest demon in his face! Get you into my right hand!

Devil Bocel jumped. He was climbing up the wall. He's still pretty strong against the suction power of my right hand.

Yes, as a result of my anger, a hole was created in my right palm. The hole sucked hundreds of times stronger than a vacuum sucker. The demons in the barn, both calm and somewhat mending from the cemen, sucked everything into my hands.

Enter you useless demons!

I am now your master!

The sound of their involuntary screams made me suck even more. Let my hand sweep the whole corner of the old barn. I'm not afraid at all of the bad-faced, bloody streak. I was born with a nervous fear that dates.

The more they scream, the more satisfied I am. Their howls are like those of men who are engulfed in red. I am the fire. I am a demon burner. I am the Father of Satan.

Forgive master. Forgive master.

Depressing. I let out my screams at him. The Devil that made me this way. He should be locked up right now. I still don't accept being worded by that ruined face demon. Heavy to suck it into my hands. He clutched firmly into the wall and saka. I howled in a rasp. All the pain from being busted in the terminal and the pain sprained tonight, disappeared instantly. The energy of the demons that had merged within me made those wounds heal. I suppose.

I think by sucking the Bocel Demon into the same space as the demons it eats will make itself into moons of cement demons that may be vengeful against it. Ha-has. That's a great idea. Who knows it happened. Who knows the magical space in my hand is like the square where humans gather. Where the vindictive person will seek the object of his grudge and make calculations there. Feel the Bocelian Devil!

Preoccupation suck, I fell asleep. I'm running out of energy. The last straw that seemed to explode made me bounce back and fall down. The Bocel Demon has already entered into the magical space of my hand. This time, he did not graze the contents of my mind.

Ah but it turns out that his voice still reaches my mind. He cursed me. I laughed at him. He plans to return me. I said, I'm your boss. Then his voice was drowned by the crowd of demons he had once eaten. Just feel it first, Bocel, Bocel.

I let myself sleep in the old barn. I am no longer afraid of the dark and its inhabitants. All right, this old barn I'm gonna make my night stay. The first place I managed to scoop up demons. And if tomorrow's nights still have demons in the corner, I'm sure there must be, those perverts who come in broad daylight carrying their own demons, he said, I'm gonna have them break into my right-handed occult hotel.

During the day I used to scout the terminal youths. I memorize their movements. Where they relax in the afternoon. Where they take their naps. Where they share their place with the terminal officers. Where they blackmail ticket scalpers. I'm more shrewd now. I don't want to be rash like that time. I need to know them again. Let me stuff their mouths with shit. This grudge I must take good care of and take good care of.

Every time I do reconnaissance, my right hand itches. Like the demons of my right-hand hotel occupants at the protest because the breakfast was not good. They go out and into the human body. Being in the magic room of my right hand made them seem injected with a mission. Mission to enter the human body and languish there. And I am the controller of them all. If what the Bocel Demon said about it is true. I'll enslave them.

Three days I've been stalking terminal boys. I know now where they're venturing. Where they snack and then ngorok difficult to wake up. The demons that have fused within me make my movements as light and silent as ninja movements. I could feel the energy filling my muscles.

I can even creep on walls. Later tonight, time for action.

Hi bastards! My hands are ready to scoop your faces!